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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.