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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.