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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.