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 Congo 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.