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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.