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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.