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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.