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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Visage,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
MDC,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.