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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Technova,
Qualms,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.