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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.