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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.