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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Index,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.