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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
This Heat,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.