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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.