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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ronan,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Pole,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.