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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.