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 India and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
The Wake,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.