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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.