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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.