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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.