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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
UT,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.