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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.