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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.