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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
AZ,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.