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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Visage,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.