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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.