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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.