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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.