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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.