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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 EPMD 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.