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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.