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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.