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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.