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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
the Swans,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.