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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
June Days,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.