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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Monks,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.