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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.