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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.