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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.