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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.