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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Television,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.