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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.