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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.