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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Pole,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.