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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.