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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.