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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.