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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.