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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.