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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.