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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.