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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.