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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.