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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.