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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.