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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.