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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.