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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.