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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.