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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Slave,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.