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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.