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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.