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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.