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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.