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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Wings,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.