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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.