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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Brick,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.