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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.