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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.