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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.