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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Can,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.