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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.