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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.