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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.