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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.