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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Black Dice 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.