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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.