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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.