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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
X-101,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.