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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.