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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.