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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.