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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.