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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.