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 Belarus and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.