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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.