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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.