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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.