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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.