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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
ABC,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Television,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.