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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.