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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.