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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.