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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.