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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.