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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Scion,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.