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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.