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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.