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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.