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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Move,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.