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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Q65,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.