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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.