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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.