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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.