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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.