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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.