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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.