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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.