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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.