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 Israel and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.