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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.