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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.