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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.