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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.