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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Scientists,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.