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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Motorama,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.