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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Swans,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.