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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manchester.
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 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Audionom,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
a-ha,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.