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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.