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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.