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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.