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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.