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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.