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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.