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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.