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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.