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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.