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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.