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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.