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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.