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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.