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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.