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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Yaz,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.