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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sound 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.