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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
X-101,
Pole,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.