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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.