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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.