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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.