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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.