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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.