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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster 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 funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.