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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.