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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.