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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.