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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
MDC,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.