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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.