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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Slave,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.