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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.