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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
MDC,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.