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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.