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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.