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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.