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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.