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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.