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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.