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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.