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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.