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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.