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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 DNA to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.