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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Index,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.