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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.