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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Swans,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.