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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Associates,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.