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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.