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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.