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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
JFA,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.