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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.