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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.