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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.