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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.