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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Nas to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.