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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.