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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.