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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.