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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.