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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Index,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.