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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Evens,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.