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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.