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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.