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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.