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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.