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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.