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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
10cc,
Television,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.