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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.