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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the funk 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 Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.