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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
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.