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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.