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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pole 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Gong,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.