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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.