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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.