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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.