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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.