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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.