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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.