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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.