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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.