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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.