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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.