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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.