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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.