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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Ronan,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.