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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.