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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Technova,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.