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 South Africa and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
June Days,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.