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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.