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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.