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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Crime to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.