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 Mozambique 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.