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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.