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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.