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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
the Association,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.