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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.