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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.