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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.