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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.