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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.