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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.