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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.