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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.