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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 DNA to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.