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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.