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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.