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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.