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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.