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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.