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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.