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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Technova,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.