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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.