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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.