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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
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.