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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.