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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.