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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.