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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.