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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.