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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.