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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.