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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.