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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.