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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Invisible to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Pole,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.