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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Television,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.