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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.