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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Faust,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.