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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.