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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.