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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.