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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Inner City to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.