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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.