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 Haiti 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.