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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.