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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.