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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.