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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Move,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.