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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.