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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.