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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.