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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.