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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.