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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.