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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.