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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.