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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.