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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.