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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.