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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Visage,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.