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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.