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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.