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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.