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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.