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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.