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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.