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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.