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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.