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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.