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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.