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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.