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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
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.