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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.