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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.