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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.