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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Suicide,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.