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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.