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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.