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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.