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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.