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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Smog,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.