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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.