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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.