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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
The Evens,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.