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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.