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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.