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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.