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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
CMW,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.