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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Warsaw 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Skarface,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.