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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.