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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.