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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.