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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.