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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.