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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.