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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
June Days,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.