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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.