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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Gun Club 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.