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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.