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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.