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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.