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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.