Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.