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 Barbados and from London.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
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 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.