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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.