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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.