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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.