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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Saints,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.