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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.