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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.