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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.