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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.