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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.