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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Mars,
Cymande,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.