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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.