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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Index,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.