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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.