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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Television,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.