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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.