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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
UT,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
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.