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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.