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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.