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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.