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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.