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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.