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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.