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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.