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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Litter,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.