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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.