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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.