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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.