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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.