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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.