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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Faust,
Index,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.