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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.