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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.