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 Romania 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Visage,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Index,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.