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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.