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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.