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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.