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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Faust,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Nico,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.