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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
MC5,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.