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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.