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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.