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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.