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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.