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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.