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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.