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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.