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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.