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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.