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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Kayak to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.