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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.