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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.