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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.