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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.