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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.