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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.