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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.