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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.