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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.