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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.