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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.