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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.