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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.