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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.