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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.