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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
UT,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.