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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Audionom,
Fear,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.