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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.