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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.