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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.