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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.