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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.