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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.