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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.