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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Scientists 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.