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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.