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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.