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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.