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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.