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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.