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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.