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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Suicide,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.