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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.