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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.