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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Faust,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.