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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Index,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.