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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.