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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.