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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.