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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.