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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.