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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.