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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.