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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.