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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.