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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.