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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Visage,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.