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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Television,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.