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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.