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 Japan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.