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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
X-101,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.