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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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 Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.