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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.