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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Japan,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Monks,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.