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 Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.