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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.