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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.