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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.