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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.