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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.