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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Gong,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.