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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Martian,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Technova,
New Order,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.