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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 The Victims 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
UT,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.