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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.