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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.