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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.