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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.