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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
UT,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.