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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.