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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.