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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Smog,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.