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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.