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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
New Order,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.