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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.