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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.