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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.