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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.