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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Index,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.