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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.