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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.