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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Qualms,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.