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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.