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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.