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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Echospace,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.