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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.