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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Organ,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.