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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.