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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.