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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.