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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.