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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.