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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.