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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Index,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.