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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.