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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
The Evens,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.