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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.