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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.