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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.