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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Television,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Ronan,
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.