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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Monks,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.