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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Television,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.