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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.