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 Oman 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.