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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.