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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Wings,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.