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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.