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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.