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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.