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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.