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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.