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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.