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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.