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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.