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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Human League,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.