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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
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Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.