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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.