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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.