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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.