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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.