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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.