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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.