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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.