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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.