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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.