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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.