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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.