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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Deakin,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.