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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.