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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Funky Four + One 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Urselle,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Gong,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.