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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.