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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.