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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.