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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.