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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.