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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.