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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.