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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.