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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.