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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.