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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Index to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.