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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.