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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.