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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.