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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Ludus,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.