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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Wake,
Lyres,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.