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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.