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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.