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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.