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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Crime,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.