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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
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Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.