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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.