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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.