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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Buckinghams to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.