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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.