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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.